“It isn’t festering, Pchela, you are fluttering too much. Always busy, always going—“ He followed regardless, though he would bitch the entire way.

“You say that you are doctor, but what is this?” He motioned to the man’s face, “And you let a patient treat you this way? Come now, you are not so weak. Did you fight back?”

A moment of weakness, or was it a moment of concern…either way all Alexi could do was reach out and take the other man’s hand so that he spun him around to face him once more, and with all of his towering might and dark shadow that covered the sun he spoke only this…

“Don’t you turn your back to me. I will cook for you, and you will sew me shut. Go-“ He huffed, “Go get your needle little bee, and I will start your dinner.”